Actually going insane over the implications of Jason asking Dick to be the Robin to his Batman in Battle for the Cowl.
Like I initially took it at the purely surface-level of Jason wanting a partner in the general sense. Which made sense, it's a huge responsibility and a lonely one so an assistant/sidekick/partner seems a no-brainer if you can get one.
But then I really thought about it, because Jason is not asking Dick to be his partner in the general sense; he's not even asking Dick to be his Nightwing. He's asking Dick to be his Robin.
And they both know exactly what Jason means: "Be the light to my darkness. Be the smile to my scowl. Be the hope to my fear. "
He's saying "Be 'Robin'; be the embodiment of Love and Justice and Goodness. Be the exceptional person that you have always been. Be the slightly-less exceptional person that I was when I wore your colors. Be the person that I was in the process of becoming and might have been (or might still be), if only Joker hadn't clipped my wings."
He's saying "I am prepared to become vengeance, become the Night. And I will go further than Bruce ever dared to, because it is what is needed. I will be the necessary evil. But you don't have to be. If Batman is Gotham's curse, Robin has always been its blessing. I will be the brutal punishment to our world, and I am asking you to be its incandescent gift."
He's saying, "Be for me, what we were for Him. Be my anchor, my comfort, my hope. Remind me what it's all for, why it's all worth it. And remind yourself as well."
He's saying "Be 'Robin' again--for both of our sakes."
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Alright this is literally just me being horny for Goose everyone ignore me. It's Goose showing Soap your/Moon's off switch.
"Pretty easy actually," Goose tells him, kicking at a decent chunk of gravel.
"Only 'cause you're pals, the lass barely let's me get a compliment in without bitin' my head off." Soap complains. Goose shakes her head.
"Nah, just not doin' it right, hold on." Goose whistles loudly and you look up from you ledger. They've been whispering conspiratorial for long enough you'd almost tuned them out. She waves a hand to signal for you to come over and you roll your eyes. You're not a dog.
Still, you mark your place and stand to go see what she wants. Likely nothing good. At least with Goose around Soap is occupied enough to leave you alone. You scowl at the both of them, just to really drive home how much they're annoying you by disturbing your workflow.
"Alright see? Sourpuss," Goose gestures at you, but talks to Soap. They can leave if they're just going to stand around insulting you. You open your mouth to say just that and Goose's hand grabs your throat.
Your brain grinds to a halt, her fingers a warm pressure against your pulse points. Your breath catches in your throat, heat pooling through your veins. When you meet her eye she tilts her head to look down at you, her gaze hot and her smile mirthful. Your stomach flips and she squeezes just enough to make you grab her wrist.
Haaaah, fuck.
You really thought you were past this. You can hardly muster the energy to glance at Soap but you can feel his eyes on you. No, Goose holds your attention fully, some switch flipping in the dark recesses of your mind to make you melt like butter under her hand.
"Are you going to be good and let Soap talk to you?" Goose asks, her voice low and darkly promising. You nod, digging your fingers more firmly into her wrist. Yes, yeah, you'll do anything if she squeezes just a little harder.
"Steamin' hell," Soap breathes next to you, the swear hardly reaches your brain for processing. Goose loosens her grip on you and you have just enough pride not to whine at the loss.
"Easy peasy," Goose grins, her hand dropping to her side.
"Am naw doin' that," Soap tells her. Goose shrugs.
"Suit yourself, they'll be outta it for a few minutes. Just be sure you're out of range when they come back." She slips her phone from her pocket to scroll through the messages and snorts. "Alright, I'll be back for ya in a few, be nice." You hum, even though she was talking to Soap. You can be nice, you can be so nice.
Soap watches her leave then turns the full brilliance of his attention to you. There's something very different in his eyes, something that makes you want to crawl in his lap and purr. He reaches a hand towards you and strokes his fingers over your neck. You tilt your head for him, enjoy the gentle drag of his skin against yours.
"You are gonna be the death of me bonnie, but God," his fingers slide around your throat, thick and calloused, and so good, "you do fit right there, don't ya?"
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hey guys! I'm opening commissions until I reach a $$$ goal! icons, sketches and more available! :D
Payment will be made via the ko fi linked! Prices are in USD!
I'm aiming to get 300$ in order to repay my fiance's mother for buying me an entire gaming pc ;A;
the few slugheart commissions i owe will be done soon as well, so sorry for the delay on those!
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